=========== Amandina’s POV ============
Amandina’s hands were clasped tightly together in front of her chest as she silently watched the increase of the shadowy figures in the forest. Since the new month, the temperature in the night had greatly decreased, even though it was still quite a long way from Aouine’s first snow.
Everyone’s misty breath could be visibly seen, and there was a thin white mist that gathered around the lumber mill. The mercenaries rubbed their hands together as they shivered a little anxiously in the silent night.
Nearly every defender was up on the wooden walls. Despite Jana and Cornelius’ forceful objections to leave some defenders at the gate, Amandina had rejected them because of Brendel’s plans.
“What is going to happen if they attack the gate instead? This is a dangerous move to make if we don’t secure our backlines!” Jana shouted.
Amandina had the strangest idea while she listened to the female commander’s words.
[If Brendel deceives me and gets me killed I’ll haunt him his whole life.]
When she realized what she was doing, her body jolted in surprise, and she blushed slightly. She felt a little warm and even gave a quiet laugh before she shook her head vigorously to get rid of that thought.
Jana glared at the noble young lady as she acted oddly, but she quickly received the latter’s reply.
“These are the direct orders from our lord,” Amandina said, and immediately destroyed Jana’s good feelings that were built just minutes ago.
Jana trembled greatly from anger from the irresponsible reply and stormed away, yelling at her subordinates. She muttered curses at the nobles under her breath, but if it were yesterday, she would have done it right in Amandina’s face. In truth, she had subconsciously recognized Brendel’s leadership and did not object to placing all their mercenaries on the wall.
[That youth must have his reasons for ordering us to defend the walls.]
Cornelius also stopped his objections when he heard Amandina’s answer. When he went off to command his mercenaries, he spotted a faint smile on Raban’s dark face and was slightly surprised.
“You already know?” He asked and was instinctively on his guard.
Raban seemed to see through that old fox’s mind. He rubbed his nose without reacting to Cornelius’s rude tone with a smile.
“That girl is calmer than both of us. Do you really think she’s randomly ordering us around? The only one who could overwrite her orders…… is probably that young lord of ours.” He said.
“You have quite the discerning eyes.” Cornelius scoffed.
Raban thought Cornelius was the same as him but did not mention it, as a veteran mercenary who noted the number of Subterrane Dwellers at timed intervals had come up to him to give his report, and the imposing commander quietly listened to his assessment.
There were nearly a thousand Subterrane Dwellers shifting about in the forest.
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